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Indeed, I believe you, replied Eleanor, but I am very sure that Colonel Brandon has not the smallest wish of marrying me.

You are mistaken, Eleanor.

You are very much mistaken.

A very little trouble on your side secures him.

Perhaps just at present he may be undecided.

The smallness of your fortune may make him hang back.

His friends may all advise him against it.

But some of those little attentions and encouragements which ladies can so easily give will fix him in spite of himself.

And there can be no reason why you should not try for him.

It is not to be supposed that any prior attachment on your side, in short, you know as to an attachment of that kind, it is quite out of the question.

The objections are insurmountable.

You have too much sense not to see all that.

Colonel Brandon must be the man, and no civility shall be wanting on my part to make him pleased with you and your family.'

It is a match that must give universal satisfaction.

In short, it is a kind of thing that, lowering his voice to an important whisper, will be exceedingly welcome to all parties.

Recollecting himself, however, he added, that is, I mean to say, your friends are all truly anxious to see you well settled.

Fanny particularly, for she has your interest very much at heart, I assure you.

And her mother too, Mrs. Ferrars, a very good-natured woman.

I am sure it would give her great pleasure, she said as much the other day.

Eleanor would not vouchsafe any answer.